Running in Airports

When you get to the airport late, don't show any fear and don't run. People are disturbed when they see other people running and they don't know why the stranger is running. I also think the general mentality of people has changed over the years. Now, people see a running person and assume that they must have committed a crime or are fleeing from an accident.

My Story:
I was in the airport and I had to get from one gate to another in limited time. Running seemed good to me but apparently the airport officials don't like it. As I was going from one half of the airport to the others I had to pass the check-in point and some chemical sensors. I am a scientist and at some point must have spilled some nitrates (chemicals used to make explosives) on myself in the lab. Anyway, when I passed the chemical detectors, they went off and alerted the staff that a bomb was nearby. It must have taken them a few seconds to realize who was "carrying the explosives" because they didn't react when I went by. When the commotion started I didn't realize that it was at me they were after, I was only hurrying to my gate. I didn't even turn around to look because I was intent on making my flight. Anyway, several guards came through the gate doors further on down the corridor and they had sniffer dogs to find the nitrates. Apparently, someone thought that unleashing the dogs was a more efficient way to find the problem and identify the source. All I know is that the dogs were on me in no time and it was like Cerberus with all the white teeth and snapping in my face. I was caught off guard and had to try to defend myself. I swung at the first dog and whacked him hard with my bag and that backed the other dogs off just a little. I reached in my bag for anything I could get and grabbed my Listerine mouthwash out of my bag and improvised. The Listerine worked like mace and gave the dogs a nice, minty-fresh smell in addition to a painful eye experience. The guards didn't like me smacking their dogs around and put me in cuffs and detained me. It wasn't too bad until I got to the interrogation room and they taped me to the chair. I could not move at all and I knew that I was going to miss my flight began to panic. It was about this time that I woke up and realized that I had gotten tangled up in my covers. There were no dogs, guards or tape, just some sheets that had gotten wrapped up with me. I got out of bed and looked at the clock - I still had a few minutes before I *had* to get up but I wasn't about to go back to sleep at that point. I could already tell that it was going to be a long flight...